Life stubbornly continues in Gemclod, giving two defiant middle fingers to our fate.



As an experiment, I ordered the sealant wall to be broken. The magma moat would protect us from any goblins thinking to invade, but this was to see how the demons would react to the promise of tasty dwarf morsels. I had an armored squad nearby to intercept them in case they swooped in and arrived before a replacement wall could be built.

Not a single demon even looked our way. All we got for our trouble is the discovery that a block of lignite had been lit on fire by the magma and would therefore be burning forever until we figured out a way to douse it.

Oh, and we heard the bells of an incoming pilgrimage of dwarves.



I swear, immigrants have the worst timing. They even blundered right into one of the largest mounted squads of goblins I've ever seen.



The results were far from pretty. Dwarf after dwarf marched into the fields only to be devoured by beak dogs or bisected by goblin weaponry. A few tried to make a break for it into the swamps but were chased down by the beak dog hordes.



However, one unfortunate soul ran in the worst possible direction: toward the flock of demons hovering near the north walls.



I take back what I said about marmots not striking fear into the hearts of enemies, by the way. That dwarf's head exploded like a ripe plump helmet beneath an adamantine boot.

While I was engrossed watching the swarm of demons descend on the dwarf, I heard a commotion from the front gates. I ordered my bed carried to a suitable viewing point.





I saw a squad of goblins, beak dogs, and trolls viciously attacking one of the giant birds near the remnants of the magma flood. Despite everything the Lore would say about such a battle, they were not being massacred.



While the beast gobbled up mounts left and right, and goblin limbs soared through the air...



...their sheer force of numbers meant they were winning.



In the northern swamps, the demons carving apart the immigrant's corpse were charged by goblins on beak dogs.



I watched in awe as even feeble shield bashes shattered limbs and sword strokes severed body parts with no apparent effort. While the brutes could inflict massive amounts of punishment, being made of salt didn't exactly make them the toughest creatures.



It should not be understated, though, that for every goblin victory, they took gruesome amounts of punishment.



Finally though, several demons succumbed to their wounds, collapsing and proving easy prey for the goblin hordes.



The demons depicted are corpses, and the white piles the hunks of salt knocked off by the barrage of bolts that shot them out of the sky. Half the demons that emerged from the bowels of the earth have been slain, and the tattered remains of the goblin forces still remain at their camps. The living demons, still lead by that emaciated pterodactyl-beast, hover above the swamps, planning their next move.

I believe I have a way to kill two armies with one stone.












cucka wrote :-



We're finished! They're coming out of the walls! They're coming out of the Armok damned walls! We're done! Game over, man! Game... wait...

Is that a fucking cat? What's that cat doing here? The world is ending, and he doesn't even care! Look at that fucking thing!



UraniumAnchor wrote :-



I must admit, journal, this is not how I expected things to end. After watching our civilization dwindle to rags and splinters I fully expected to end up starving in a cave somewhere. I guess this is pretty close, but I expected I'd be trapped because of elves and their warbeasts, not from piercing the maw of hell.

Whatever legends had to say about the cruelty and ferociousness of demons, nothing quite prepared me for how... playful they seem to be about their deeds. I certainly did not expect to see them flying about in the sky before descending on dwarf and goblin alike, tearing them to shreds before being brought down by sheer numbers. I suppose after being trapped by adamantine for so long they wanted to stretch their wings a bit first.

I'm keeping a knife in my boot. If it comes down to it, I'll slit my own throat before I let one of those things get me. I don't want to give it the satisfaction.



OrangeSoda wrote :-



Why didn't they listen? I told them to listen..

Iv'e never even SEEN a demon, let alone release one...



pkmnfrk wrote :-



Man, I love it here in the Mountainhomes. They keep bugging me to emigrate to Gemclod, but I see no real reason to do any such thing.



Cleretic wrote :-



These dwarves are fucking insane!

I think Gemclod is a pretty well-documented hole in the ground by now. Some dwarves from The Famous Palisade waltzed right into our swamp about ten years ago and decided to make one of their big ugly forts. We tried to stop 'em, and they managed to piss off both kinds of elves, too (then again, who doesn't), but they had some really fucking terrifying warriors. There was Enzer, a pretty beefy bitch with an axe that died to some of our guys ages back. But then right after them, there was Minty, an even beefier bastard with an axe, and then there was some bitch named Repelex, might as well have been a clockwork auto-targetting crossbow... machine... thing. I think the dwarves had shit like that in the stories, and I heard somewhere these guys had, like, a Science Team or something that would've made something like that anyway. We managed to kill that Minty cocksucker a couple years back, but that didn't make us feel much better with that fucking Repelex firing down on us regardless.

We decided to set up a little ambush a little while back, take the magma-guzzlers by surprise and maybe take a few down. I was picked for that (happiest fucking day of my life, let me assure you), so I got on my beakdog Charlie, and joined the party when they set off. And let me tell you, the shithole I saw when I got here? Exactly what I thought a dwarf city would've been like. Corpses lining the roads, from elves, goblins, and a bunch of animals, for absolutely no fucking reason, so I guess that's just how dwarves deal with dead bodies, just leave 'em out and let 'em rot. There's this bunch of completely arbitrary bits of fort just sorta hanging around, like they just sorta let a dozen dwarves build whatever the fuck they wanted. There's even this big fucking... I guess it's meant to be a human. Or a dwarf, but these shitbeards would've probably tacked on a beard or something if it was. Oh, and everything is covered in shit. Like, there's slime, or blood, or vomit... if there is a surface, I assure you it has at least five layers of some disgusting fluid on it.

And of fucking course, there was no way in. The short, hairy fuckers had shut themselves off. Some guys got in because they're all kinda retarded, but I think they got killed. Weirdest thing, though, I talked to some of the other ambush parties, and apparently this place got hit by a disease a couple months back, haven't seen anyone since. Assumption is it killed a ton of them, probably including that bitch Repelex. That means, every single one that's even worth a damn in a fight? Dead as the rest of their fucking civilization. We get in there in any kinda numbers, we win! But that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon, so we were just kinda sitting out here waiting for these rockfuckers to realize how dead they were.

And then, shit got weird.

Suddenly, outta complete nowhere, like a dozen demons bust out of a cavern and started flying around! A lot of 'em are kinda typical, but there was, like, one made of like, salt, and then one made of snow or some shit. But the rest of 'em, they were fucking terrifying! We had to bust into action just to defend ourselves. We did it, 'cause we're goblins and we're that fucking awesome, but we lost a bunch of guys, and a few of 'em, plus the toughest-looking one, are just flying up around us.

We sorta pieced together in the meantime, mostly by the fact they ripped a random dwarf from a migrant party (can you believe they even fucking tried?) limb from limb, that they're not with the dwarves. So what the dwarves did, was reroute Hell, to try to kill us.

These guys are on the ropes, they sure as fuck know that, but now I'm starting to see those fairy tales about, like, elephant-melting magma floods and shit like that? Actually have some fucking basis!

I don't know how long I'm gonna be able to live out here, but I know they'll come up with something to make my death something to talk about back home.



Iridium wrote :-



Engravings of of Iridium Dumatalath, Hipstress Supreme
(date unknown)

Demons in the sky, slaughtering everyone?

I prophecized that once, before it was popular.